The world's a little blurry,
or maybe it's my eyes,
or maybe it's my eyes,
Her familiarity with the Dusklight seems to grow more with every season, and Thal doesn't even need to look as she hangs her cloak on the hook. The clip of her heeled boots is just as confident as usual, and she cuts through the crowd with just as much ease. After all, it's hard to miss the Butcher in the bar, his antlers easy to spot. Even without his height, something about their friendship made it that much easier to pick him out.
Slipping into the private booth with Asta, she props her head on the palm of her hand. The nails of her other hand tap eagerly against the wood of the table as she gives him a sharp grin of greeting. With no other preamble, she quirks an eyebrow. "So, what's on the menu today?" Obviously something that once had a heartbeat, but she can't deny that she'd love something extra to elevate the flavor profile. Her last hunt got interrupted anyways, and she's determined to push that experience forcibly from her head with good company.
Slipping into the private booth with Asta, she props her head on the palm of her hand. The nails of her other hand tap eagerly against the wood of the table as she gives him a sharp grin of greeting. With no other preamble, she quirks an eyebrow. "So, what's on the menu today?" Obviously something that once had a heartbeat, but she can't deny that she'd love something extra to elevate the flavor profile. Her last hunt got interrupted anyways, and she's determined to push that experience forcibly from her head with good company.
the friends I've had to bury
they keep me up at night.
they keep me up at night.
Thalassa
